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Your Sins Into Me	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey or Penicillin, and do not profit from this work.

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Kyo bustled around the tea shop, enjoying the relatively slow state of business. He had only been working there for a couple weeks, and so far it was more stressful than he had expected when it came to the meal-time rushes they were periodically bombarded with. His discomfort was only exacerbated by the uniform he had to wear; the overly-formal dress shirt, vest, tie, jacket, patent leather shoes, and pressed shorts. He wore his wire-framed reading glasses and ice blue contacts, and his hair was left loose to fall into his face. Being trussed up as an English school boy made him feel young and gawky.
With only two tables to tend at the moment, he didn’t have to rush as much as usual to prepare the English-style black tea in the fine porcelain cups with their dainty handles and filigreed saucers. He delivered the order with the obligatory soft, submissive voice and shy smile that the shop’s theme demanded. When the front door chimed, he sighed silently and snatched up a menu before turning to greet the latest customer-
And felt gawkier than ever.
The man standing in the doorway was gorgeous, like something straight out of a shamefully sticky dream. He was tall and lean, wearing a ribbed tank top that showed off toned arms decorated with finely-detailed tattoos and tight jeans that clung lovingly to impossibly long, slender legs. He had an elegant face with a straight nose, gently-arched eyebrows, and a small mouth with full, pierced lips. And the hair framing that face! Kyo felt his stomach quiver excitedly as he took in at least half a meter of glossy black hair pulled into countless dozens of thin braids. He had always had a bit of a thing for collections of long, skinny braids, and this man pulled the look off flawlessly.
Kyo’s mouth was already moving, and all he could do was hope that he was offering the typical greeting to the man and not something more embarrassing. The man slid into the chair the blonde led him to and gave a polite smile – oh gods, that smile! Just a graceful curve of the lips, but so self-indulgent, so cocky! When he took the proffered menu, his long fingers brushed over Kyo’s, and the blonde felt a telling heat rise to his cheeks.
The dance began.
For the next hour, Kyo tended to all of his tables as attentively as he could, but he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the tall, braided man. Every time he brought the man something – ice water, black tea, a slice of cake – sharp black eyes would meet his own and that damned smile would melt Kyo just a little more. The man always thanked him with an endearment – Sugar, Beautiful, Honey – and Kyo always blushed and hurried back to his work, which only seemed to amuse the stranger further. Whenever he glanced over, the man’s black eyes were locked on him, a cocky-smirk only half hidden behind a porcelain tea cup.
Finally, when Kyo was ringing the man out, he stared at the receipt that spilled out of the register, one hand hovering over the pen in his apron. Should he…? He wasn’t usually so forward, but he usually didn’t meet walking wet dreams that openly flirted with him either. With a resolute breath, he scribbled his name and phone number on the receipt, folded it in half, and delivered it back to the man with the credit card he’d just charged. He offered a polite farewell, and rushed off to see to another table.
‘Oh gods. What if he doesn’t even look at the receipt?’
‘What if I read him wrong and he isn’t interested?’
‘Why the hell would someone like that be interested in someone like me?!’
‘What if he isn’t even gay?!’
‘FUCK!’
‘Oh gods, if he laughs at me in front of the other customers...’
The blonde berated himself as he absently scribbled down the table’s order. He felt silly and stupid, and as he slid behind the counter to dig a slice of cake out of the case, he glanced surreptitiously at the braided man, praying that the man would be kind enough to at least not mock him publicly. Large hands had just unfolded the receipt, and black eyes were fixed on the thin slip of paper. A slow, sensual grin spread across the man’s face and Kyo felt his heart flutter in his throat.
Hakuei was fast asleep when Kyo woke the next morning, and the blonde had to bite his tongue and stifle an angry expletive to keep from waking his lover when he looked at the clock. He’d overslept. Again. He felt stiff and sore all over, and his arms ached fiercely, but he forced himself to roll out of his warm, comfortable bed. It was a miserable effort to shower, rebandage his wounds, eat a few bites of breakfast, and dress for his day job at the tea shop, but he forced himself through each task as fast as he could manage.
He glanced at the clock in the living room and cursed, grabbing his keys and messenger bag from their places by the door and running down the outside stairs to the bus stop. A frustrated groan left him when he saw the back end of the bus he needed, two blocks away and retreating quickly. He only had enough money for the bus trip; he couldn’t afford a taxi. The next one came after a grueling twenty-minute wait and his stomach twisted anxiously for the entire trip. His boss did not appreciate it when he was late.
Half an hour later, after very nearly falling out of the bus in his hurry, Kyo ran down the street to the tea shop, dodging past patrons to duck into the back room. He threw his bag into his cubby and fumbled to untangle the strings of his apron.
“Nishimura.”
Kyo flinched and turned slowly, blue eyes repentant behind wire frames. “I know I’m late, Boss, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
The man standing in the doorway was in his late sixties, with thick glasses and salt-and-pepper hair cut traditionally short. Go Ueda had opened the themed tea shop a couple decades ago and had never missed so much as an hour of work in that time. The man took a lot of pride in his business, and though he was generally kind, he was deeply wary of anything that might threaten his tea-house’s reputation.
“The fact that you said that the last two times this month alone dampens your credibility somewhat, never mind the dozen or so times you’ve said it before. And your face is bruised again.” Kyo startled, his fingers brushing over the edge of the black eye he’d forgotten to conceal. Mr. Ueda sighed, the long wrinkles around his eyes deepening into a frown as he leaned back against a shelf. “What you do on your own time is your business, but nobody wants to order tea and cake from someone that looks like a street thug.”
“I know! I know, I just forgot to cover it; I can run into the bathroom real quick and take care of it. No one will notice.” Kyo’s voice was a bit unsteady. He was getting a very bad feeling about where this conversation was heading.
“You’re a good kid, Nishimura, and I like you, but this can’t keep happening. The tattoos are bad enough, but when you come in looking like… like this, it hurts our image. Combined with your constant tardiness, I just can’t afford to keep you on here. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
The blonde stared, mouth agape. His voice cracked as he spoke. “Wh-… what? Y-you mean, I-… I’m really sorry I was late, but I swear I won’t let it happen again! And I can cover up the bruise, it only takes a minute! Please, Mr. Ueda, I need this job!”
“I’m sorry, but my decision is final. I’ll send your final check in the mail.”
The elderly man left the back room to resume his work behind the counter and Kyo was left to absorb his words. He’d been… fired? For several minutes he stood stock still, his apron hanging numbly from one hand. Eventually, of its own accord, that hand dropped the scrap of cloth and grasped his bag as he walked mechanically out of the shop. One of the other servers started to ask him where he was going, but Ueda stopped him with a shake of the head. He ducked into the small gap between the tea shop and a neighboring building and slumped back against the wall, eyes wide with disbelief.
He had hated the job – despised it, really – but he needed it, desperately, to help pay the rent. Hakuei paid for part of rent and all of the bills already, he couldn’t cover both on his own and still feed the two of them. Things were uncomfortably tight as it was! Kyo was a high-school dropout; it wasn’t like he could just find another place to work at the drop of a hat. Even this terrible job had been difficult to get. One hand came up, shaking, to cover his mouth as his stomach dropped viciously.
‘Hakuei is going to be so pissed…’
With a miserable groan the blonde lurched forward abruptly, his stomach forcibly rejecting the few bites of breakfast he’d managed earlier.
“What the f-!?”
Pale blue eyes widened, horrified, as a portion of the mess splashed onto a pair of impeccably clean boots. Kyo’s mortified gaze followed the line of long legs in tight black jeans, over a lean chest in a thick jacket, up to a face – framed with wild, glossy black hair – that made his heart twist just a bit with fear. A thin mouth was pursed under an arched nose, impossibly high cheekbones, and the most terrifyingly predatory eyes the blonde had ever seen. Those eyes, such a dark brown they were nearly black, felt like they would tear him open from the inside, they regarded him so sharply.
“Oh gods I… I’m so sorry, I…” Kyo was at a loss what to do or say.
He’d never vomited on a stranger before, let alone one with such a scary face, and in light of the day he’d had so far, his brain simply shut down in horror. He dropped to his knees, dirty cement digging into the bare flesh revealed by his uniform shorts, and dug one of his make-up cleaning cloths out of his bag to wipe shakily at the men’s boot. His eyes were tearing up and it was getting hard to see, but he just kept trying to clean the leather even after the mess was gone.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” His voice shook and cracked weakly.
“Oh, jeez… hey, it’s not that bad.” The man crouched and caught Kyo‘s shaking hands. “See? It’s all clean now. Good as new.”
Kyo didn’t respond, head bowed in shame. He wished he could just disappear into the ground. After a moment, a thin, tattooed hand came into view and took a gentle hold of his chin, forcing him to meet the stranger’s gaze. Eyes that had seemed so piercing and vicious a moment ago were softened with sympathetic concern, the thin mouth pulled into a wheedling smile.
“It’s not that bad, I promise. Are you okay?” The man’s low voice was gentle, coaxing.
Kyo found himself responding in spite of himself. “Yeah, I just… yeah. I’m sorry about your shoes.”
“Don’t worry about it. No harm, no foul. Are you sick? Do you need help?”
“Wha-…?” The blonde was taken aback. “No, I… I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, th-thanks.”
“Alright. Try to feel better, Blue Eyes.” The man winked and backed off with a short wave before turning to continue on his way.
Dragging the back of one hand over his mouth, the blonde stared after the odd man until he disappeared into the crowd. Climbing unsteadily to his feet, he moved to the nearest bus stop and slumped onto the bench tiredly. For ten minutes, he sat quietly staring at the street in front of him, trying to think through the frantic haze that had taken over his mind. The bus back to his apartment came to a stop and he stared up at it numbly. He couldn’t face Hakuei now. The thought of telling his lover he’d lost the only real source of income he had, trivial as it had been, made his stomach quiver again. He turned away, hearing the door hiss shut behind him, and began to walk.
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